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The doctor’s waiting room was almost empty. This week’s treatment had taken its toll on Joan’s energy level. Sherlock sat filling in paperwork for her, and she sat in the chair beside him.
“What is Arthur’s middle name?” He asked, pen at the ready to fill in the blank.
“Holmes.”
He turned to look at her to confirm he’d heard her correctly. “Holmes?”
Sleepily, Joan nodded. “You named a bee after me, I thought it was the least I could do.”
“You named the boy after me?” She nodded as he repeated softly, “You named the boy after me.” A slow smile crossed his face and spread to hers.
He blinked at something in his eye, cleared his throat and wrote the name in with unabashed pride.